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My pen has been leaking in my front shirt pocket for
about three hours. I haven't noticed it because I've been
sleeping. I have a meeting five minutes ago and you would be
stunned to find out exactly how much ink there is in one small Bic pen.
I'm going to pretend I'm making a statement. I'll
turn laziness into fashion gold, like Regis' monochrome
look. If people ask me about the stain, I'll smile proudly and ask
"Do you like it?"
This time next year, Fifth Avenue will look like a
Rorsach test.
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